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POETRY

THE OTHERNESS: Reflection of water and fusion early in the other, in complete and total depth

In the relationship with the “You”, I find my “I”. “I” I become through my relationship with the “You”; when I become “I”, I say “You”. Every true living is meeting. (M. Buber) “I” exist, to the extent that there is a “you”; to the limit, there is love. The early experience of the person, is the experience of the ...

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PARK DEVIN, SLOVAKIA: astonished to breathe the same air, next to what merges silently inside you

DEVIN PARK – Sunday, August 3 By Dastilige Nevante “Where the two rivers, two lands when they get wet together with the same water.   Where to go again, discovering a river without water and shores.       Where memories are flowing, with identical vortex, all wrapping and stirring.     Where to wonder together, without being one, we ...

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UNITED COLORS OF THE EMOTIONS: Swim in anger and fear, in sadness and in joy, surprise and expectation, in disgust and acceptance

The anger and fear, sadness and joy, surprise and anticipation, disgust and acceptance. These are not the ingredients of a cooking recipe, but just as they are preparing the food, their blend produces physiological and mental states. In most humans, these special conditions of the mind and the body, may also be due to external stimuli, such as that resulting ...

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WITH GERRIT ACHTERBERG: Listening, among the flowers and the wind, the memory of his beloved

Gerrit Achterberg was a Dutch poet, born in Langbroek in one day in May 1905 His literary activity has been channeled into the Protestant religion. Of the four volumes of his poems (out, RO, Radar and Cycle horde), you too can find words with scientific relevance, but you’ll have to imagine that that was his special way, and original, to ...

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FRIDA, DAYS OF SUMMER: The Brave and tenderness, waiting for the darkness of oblivion

DARK NIGHTS AND BLEAK Summer 2014 – Frida   “Nights dark and gloomy only to hand me reggesti, soft and gentle on your eyes matured in sweetness, joy welled up your face; The return to childhood and the children huddle with the fear of getting lost forever, oblivion … And realize, That slightly, in an instant, a night, a slight ...

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JAW TIGHT: Large rain drops on a green grass and bright. How many evenings here watching you

CLENCHED JAWS Fall 2013, by Frida   “Large drops of rain on a green grass and bright How many evenings here watching you Evoking delight for old seasons go Just to fight boredom   clenched jaw Cellmate You, too, only And distorted, Tell me about your travels beyond the grave, your spirit has taken too strong? Torments, justice, dead bodies, ...

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TORMENTS, SONGS AND CARTOONS: Looking a sweet face, with Frida

BLACK SPOTS Fall 2013 – Frida   “Black spots, On your sweet face once candid: dark spots …! The torments, songs, cartoons (…) Watch timed! I keep waiting for you but while always on my days and thick lenses my sad, long, chants mental … What a pain, that torment your absence. I end up detestarti so as not to ...

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THE SMILE AND TEARS: With Frida, under his playful clouds

CLOUDS Autumn, 2013, by Frida   “Mixed Feelings penis piercing mouths of misleading cripples on the streets of silicon walkers minds of barrels full of gold to adorn with laurel.   Dilapidated cloud playful, it’s raining, the ground is muddy, keep cheeks with honey, I close in the evenings with love Sun and wind.”

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HATE AND LOVE: Parallel lines over a tired face, carved by the hand of Frida

HATE AND LOVE: Parallel lines over a tired face, carved by the hand of Frida. PRIVATE JOY Autumn 2013 by Frida “I draw parallel lines on your face tired, I hate you and I love you all the time. Changing mood I toss him your anger, your discontent I can barely stand. – You’re on the balls, you have to ...

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POETRY AND THE LIFE: Exploring and affect, with Gerrit Achterberg

Born in Langbroek in a spring day in 1905, and died in Leusden 57 years later, in a winter day. This is the horizon of the human experience of a Dutch man, Gerrit Achterberg, who has not resigned to the death of the beloved woman, a poet of the Protestant religion that has left us almost surreal pages where technical ...

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